Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.